{%image_id=20310%}Friday April 8th, The tide was playing games with us. We had a decent bite the last half hour of outgoing and the incoming seemed to be running a little late. The guys were patient and caught trout here and there along with one cobia. Just a couple fish shy of thier limit we headed over to the east shore of Matlacha, as we approached the area I wanted to fish, boats popped out of no where. I headed south to the next spot and to my supprise there was'nt a boat to be seen. I threw out a handfull of shiners to see if anything was going to eat. The snook started popping all around us. We caught a few and then moved back a short distance where I was seeing some pretty good boils on bait. One of the guys hooked into a nice snook that broke him off in the trees. Shortly after that we boated a 28" snook. The bite slowed down and I told the guys to be patient that one of the big girls has to eat. After about a fifteen minute wait the famous "last cast" words came from my lips. The guys were getting ready to reel in when a 34 1/2 snook decided to postpone our return to the dock. It was a great way to call it a day with a fish like that.